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rizzie redd - rizzie redd - htcfdm (the race skiimix) lyrics

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htcfdm (the race skiimix)
written by: rizzie redd (bmi)
produced by: s.diesel
label: dopeski ent
recorded by: rizzie redd
mixed and mastered by: june
recorded at: the stu (waterbury, ct)
@2018 dopeski publishing, ascap

verse :
hard times call for desperate measures
so if we kicking in the door
i need more
never lesser
and extras

if i gotta risk my freedom
then the pay better be worth it
judge gone sprinkle life up on us
while we leave the kids deserted

u won’t starve
long as i got 2 legs
daddy ain’t perfect
but my kids first
so i’m down
if he gotta get murdered

for the spread over the bread
for the food on table
the f-cking wolf going after stable
some time p-ss

now they on to us
just a matter of time
and they’ll be swarming us
i ain’t backing down
i seen this before i’m warning ya

f-ck the work
we know the formula
ain’t worth da court appearance
momma crying
crackers sit back
laughing
at the poor the defendants

n-gga!
i’m just tryna kick u knowledge
i just wanna see ya cottage, cheese up
so u could put ya kid through college
but u like …

“hard times call for desperate measures
n we too caught in these guilty pleasures
i got seeds i gotta feed
i wouldn’t wanna be away from seasons”
no need to explain, that there’s a valid reason

where that n-gga at
how much do he got
heard a couple racks
there he go
i’ma double back
before we hit his hat
get em got

first we gotta find out if he got the strap
then we gotta find the stash-house
where he keep the crack
grab ya mask
dusse in my flask

took a guzzle
took a breath
then threw the ‘tato on the muzzle
-now the sound m-ffled-

followed him round
watched him hustle thru the town
d-mn i️ got sh-t to do around 2
we gotta get him now

wait till he go walking in the building
doors locked
but the second floor window is open
i️ gotta feeling
nah

i️ ain’t tryna be all extra
bro come on
we need this
remember
hard times call for desperate measures

climbed up the ladder
outta breath before i️ hit the top
gotta hit the gym
this sh-t just hit me that i’m getting fatter

opened the window
in we go –
weapons drawn
work over the stove cooking
homie must of left it on

he playing 2k
crept on em then wack!
pistol whip his f-cking head in
he gone take a little nap

find the safe n-gga
then do race
out the back
g’s move in silence
we flew thru the trap, like a gnat

got the racks
got the work
clean getaway
park the whip
dig a hole
throw the grip away

any thing for the family i treasure
ya know
hard times call for desperate measures

… do the race for the money
dont wait for the money
get up off yo -ss my n-gga
and gone make some money yea

- rizzie redd lyrics

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